#witwickv

“you’re supposed to buy drinks before that.”

“i’m too small for you to cut it out. or did you not know that?”

“nah. i’m too used to your ugly to be scared.”

"you'd make a name for yourself scaring the children."

bee pls

youre dads going to blame you buddy

sam ! sam ! that was him. the mech had ecstasy written in his code. the familiarity of such a tone that brought him back to one of his more exciting periods. . .blue optics spun going wide. a series of excited sounds that ride in his broken voice.

the mechs heavy step arriving close to sam. enough to make prints in the walk. that is until he stopped. sam ! sam . he remembered the time he got mad at him for not visiting him for some time. and now sam had done him the same. of course. . . sam had no power to this, and yes it was not his fault. bee knew all of that. but he just wanted to spite him anyway given the circumstance.

his arms fold over his chest while turning to look the other. a passive aggressive ‘hmm’ in his tone, as much as he could make it sound.

primus i missed you.